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The Paramount View

It's only human to wonder, ponder
Pour over what might be - the other side.
An epiphenomenon of existence, a melancholy road
To drive.

Driven by babbling seraphims,
Or demons in our dreams, singing aloud
Requiems, feeding fears
At the seeds.

It's a road paved in history
Encrimsoned in the cold blood of
Ages past, gone like the Phoenicians,
Our fate the same as the
Last.

Why? Why does the water run dry?
We cover the world in dust.
Ashes to ashes,
Metal to rust.

But here! Here now, seeing patterns in the sand
Finding pleasure in "cellardoor,"
With this, we're moonstuck
On the floor.

This body, a flagellum to the earth.
It seems rather fatuous, birth,
And to admit we might, just might
Have worth.

Woah! Strike down this cod philosophy
And for a moment see the resplendent
Truth. It's sweet on your tongue,
A lollipop of authenticity, some only see
When young.

Why? Why does the water run dry?
We cover the world in dust.
Ashes to ashes,
Metal to rust.

Behold, the statuary to our great
Elders, who saw a terrapin
In the sand, and without so much as
An ounce of ire,
They kindled life with desire.

What bedlam would have been the first
Fall, blindsided at brillig.
The rest bereft to wonder,
To bury, incinerate, or cry
At the killjoy, Death, and ask

Why? Why does the water run dry?
We cover the world in dust.
Ashes to ashes,
Metal to rust.

Left to write the epitaph,
A human thesaurus as my guide,
I put the words down like
Plinko, as they close his eyes.

If I could go widdershins
And rewrite the dawn
Bring back the effervescent stream
Which within his body teemed.
Oh, once more.

Endlessly, his beating heart
I'd give my own to hear
That dollop from afar sky
That tintinnabulation, like a thousand
Windchimes crying

Why? Why does the water run dry?
We cover the world in dust.
Ashes to ashes,
Metal to rust.

Life, that great pretender,
Rhinestoning until the grave.
A great merkin, covering up the goods,
Hiding how we were made.
How it all was...
Made.

Maybe all it took was an umlaut
The changing of the song
Of spheres, of write, of wrong,
Of breaking down the lighght
And seeing what's in night.

I left a periwinkle on your stone
Acquiescing that change is
An opalescent sunset sky
That we traverse each on our own
And ask what we must

Why? Why does the water run dry?
We cover the world in dust.
Ashes to ashes,
Metal to rust.

I had no sword to fight it
No words, no spell to
bring back those sunny eyes.
This was the paramount view,
OctothorpeEverythingDies.

--

Mad Words List 4.10.18

Cod philosophy
Thesaurus
Dollop
Plinko
Melancholy
Terrapin
Effervescent
Flagellum
Octothorpe
Lollipop
Umlaut
Bereft
Merkin
Fatuous
Lighght
Resplendent
Epiphenomenon
Paramount
Periwinkle
Demon
Endlessly
Tintinnabulation
Phoenician
Epitaph
Patterns
Brillig
Acquiesce
Opalescent
Incinerate
Elder
Widdershins
Desire
Statuary
Authenticity
Killjoy
Bedlam
Cellardoor
Requiem
Seraphims
Moonstruck
Babbling
Encrimsoned
Rhinestoning

--

I admit the word list this week was challenging, but I tried to capture a sense of the human experience of grasping death and what it means for yourself and others to die. Death is a part of Life, and yet we often live fighting it, questioning it, or finding something to justify it.

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